In a world full of crayons, I want to be a marker.
Bright, bold, voluptuous, and simply fading away when my time comes.
I don’t want to be like a crayon-dragged around. my body and identity dismembering around me until nothing remains of me.
In a world full of crayons, I want to be a marker.
Bright, bold, voluptuous, and simply fading away when my time comes.
I don’t want to be like a crayon-dragged around. my body and identity dismembering around me until nothing remains of me.